We all have one, some of us just fly them higher and prouder than others. For me, the freak comes out in my writing. My heroines can and will do anything my little mind conjures up. I can't tell you how many movies I've watched where the heroine is being a perfect bitch and I just want to shout. "Oh my God, spank her, you ass!" The beauty of writing is, I can make that happen. I can take that poor, bedeviled, clueless man and show him how to grab life by the ass. As my girl bends to his will, he develops confidence and, well, balls. Something every man needs and to often can't find. So in my stories I let them use mine for a few chapters. Can you tell I'm a little testy today? On a totally weird side note, today while I was searching on Google images for spanking/freak flag images, all of my book covers came up, lmao!Anyway, in The O'Malley Brides, my girl Bridget meets a promising young lawyer, Delbert Bertram Winston the 4th and makes it her mission to get under his skin. It's not until much later that Bridget finds out taHere's a scene with Bridget at her best, or worst, depending on how you look at it:

Dell sighed in relief while walking up the sidewalk to the office. Bridget was waiting for him to let her in and today she wore a long black skirt. Thank God she decided to dress appropriately. Ridiculously high heels aside, at least he would not spend the day trying to avoid looking at her ass in a mini skirt. Her long heavy jacket covered the rest of her nicely, and Dell wished there was a way he could force her to wear it all day; it would certainly make his life easier. “Morning Winston,” Bridget greeted him cheerfully. “No tickets today, I see,” she continued with a grin. “Certainly not, Ms. O’Malley,” Dell replied crisply unlocking the door. Entering the office, Dell set his briefcase and umbrella down, turning to help her with her coat. Her perfume wafted gently to him and he tried not to breathe through his nose. Damn, she smelled good. Moving to the closet, he hung up both their coats. Bridget’s back was still towards him as she put her travel mug and purse on the desk before turning around. “You’re still coming for Thanksgiving Dinner next week?” she asked. “My Mother is delighted and looking forward to meeting you.” Dell was speechless. Oh, she had worn a long skirt alright. He believed it was called a pencil skirt or some such nonsensical name, and it hugged her figure from her waist to calf. The blouse she wore was sheer ivory silk with an ivory lace corset clearly visible underneath that was trying very hard to push her delectable breasts up and over the low neckline. Long sheer sleeves ended in cascading lace that dripped over her hands. Her hair was up; little tendrils escaped, making her neck look long and inviting. Bright red lips matched her painted nails reminding Dell of the pin-up pictures from the 40’s. Holy hell, Dell thought; and I thought yesterday was bad. A small smile played around Bridget’s lips and she watched Winston begin to sweat, tugging impatiently on the tie that frequently seemed to be choking him. Didn’t it just do a girl’s heart good to have this kind of reaction from a straight-laced man? Approaching him in feigned concern, Bridget rested her dainty hand on his chest. “Is anything wrong, Winston? You don’t look so good,” she observed sweetly. “Good grief, Ms. O’Malley. Do you own any clothing that isn’t suggestive of…?” “What are you implying, Winston? I hope you’re not thinking I dressed this way for you? This clothing is perfectly acceptable attire,” Bridget insisted, planting her hands on her hips. “In what parallel universe do you live, Ms. O’Malley?” Dell responded angrily, taking a step back lest her scent push him over the edge. “You better be careful before someone gives you what you’re so obviously asking for.” Uh oh; for a moment Bridget felt butterflies in her tummy. That statement was eerily similar to statements she heard from her Da and brothers. Could he be implying she was asking for a spanking? Impossible! Winston was not that type of man. Mild mannered, nerdy Winston used words to get his point across, and though his hands were quite large, she was sure they would be used for other, more pleasurable pursuits once she had him wrapped around her finger. It was just her mind playing nasty tricks on her. “Rest assured Winston, I don’t hint about what I want. I’m the kind of girl who has no problem going after it with everything in her arsenal,” she fired back, stepping closer and placing her other hand on his chest. “Of that I have no doubt,” he answered. “However, some men still prefer to do the chasing Ms. O’Malley,” Dell scolded. For a moment Bridget doubted her tactics. She really was very attracted to Winston and not a bit disappointed that he was a little more experienced than she’d previously thought. Yesterday she would have given him her body right on top of his desk if they hadn’t been interrupted. Today he was back to being stiff, arrogant and judgmental. It was a little annoying. Maybe she should back off just a touch and let him chase her; until she caught him as her mother always said. It wouldn’t hurt to add a little mystery. Sniffing, she turned her head away as though he’d hurt her feelings. If she had a hanky, she would have dabbed it to her eyes. Dell immediately caved. “I’m sorry if I have offended you Ms. O’Malley,” he stated, flustered. “It was not my intention to insult you in any way, rather instruct…” Now her hackles were really up. Did he think for one moment she needed instruction from him. She probably knew more about the male species than he did for God’s sake. Seeking to put an end to this embarrassing conversation; Dell made an attempt to placate her. “Whatever is that scent you’re wearing? It’s quite lovely,” Dell offered as an olive branch. “It’s called, ‘Catch Me, Fuck Me’,” Bridget replied silkily, enjoying the dumbfounded expression on his face. Chucking him gently under his chin she closed his mouth and walked away just as Nick came in the door.

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